Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Radiopuhelimet to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.